POISON RED BERRIES   Writer Mickey Newbury   Copyright 1969      You know I don't think much about her anymore   Seldom if ever does she cross my mind   Yesterday's gone Lord it's better forgotten   Like the poison red berries to die on the vine   This mornin' at dawn I pulled into town   Had some coffee and talked with some old friends of mine   Laughing at all the good times they remember   And then I remembered the time   I can still see those bright lights back in Dallas   As yesterday moves like a dream through my mind   I really didn't suppose that I'd never forget her   And you know it took such a long time   But I don't think much about her no more   Seldom if ever does she cross my mind   Yesterday's gone it's better forgotten   It's like a poison red berry that clings to the mind